Sunday, July 31, 2011

A Post in Which I Talk the Talk and Pray for Rain.

And here is where I'd like to take back all the times as a child I sang, "Rain, rain, go away.  Come again another day . . ."  Because the "another day", as mentioned previously, has come and is waaaaaaay overdue.

Here in rural east Texas, we are a hurtin' for rain, ya'll.

(Practicin' my southern accent. How am I doing?)

And we look to the skies quite often hopin' for 'nuff raindrops to get a right, good drenchin'.

(Better?  Too much?  I am a bit self conscious yet . . . I am thinking a little bit goes a long way when it comes from the mouth of a native northerner.  And thus ends any and all impressions for the day.  You are welcome.)

The other day we had a downpour that lasted approximately 92 seconds.  It rained hard.  But for only 92 seconds.  Alas, it didn't even get through three of the 17 layers of dirt on our truck.

Sigh . . . Lord, please send the rain!

I took a picture the other day, of the lovely Texan sky seen right outside the ranch where we are temporarily staying.  But Blogger is being a Booger and not letting me post any pictures.  You'll have to use your imagination.  Here's a bit of help:   It looked dark enough that I thought it would rain.  A lot.  With Lightening and big booms of thunder.

And then the skies promptly and without warning cleared up.  Dangnabit. 

It's okay,  I know Who tells the tide where to stop on the shore, so I am confident that He has this whole not-enough-rain-to-float-a-tick situation under His watchful eye too.

(The following poem was introduced to me by BooMama.  Thanks!)

We search the starlit Milky Way,
A million worlds in rhythmic sway,
Yet in our blindness some will say,
“There is no God controlling!”
But as I grope from sphere to sphere,
New wonders crowd the eye, the ear,
And faith grows firmer every year:
“My God is there, controlling!”
We probe the atoms for their cause,
Explore the earth for nature’s laws,
Yet seldom in our searching pause
To think of God controlling.
Each flash of fact from out the night,
Each burst of truth upon my sight
That quickens awe or adds delight,
Reveals my God controlling.

- William Watkins Reid

Counting it all wonderfully poetic joy,


  1. I have heard that ya'll need rain and I pray you will get it. We are not as bad as you but our creeks are dry and rivers low.. Glad to catch ya on blogger. God bless, deb

  2. Thanks, Deb! Appreciate your prayers!


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